LONG LANCE

this every dog In our camp seemed always to pick
on him; all but one, and that was a big dark grey
stag and timber-wolf, who had more dignity than
any dog 1 have ever seen. This big fellow always
snosed5 friendly with the little outcast, and he was
never too ill-tempered to allow the little fellow to
play around him, even unto taking playful bites
at his dignified legs. We boys had always noticed
this., and we often threw a chunk of wood at our
other dogs because they bit this little fellow when-
ever he came anywhere in their vicinity.

This little mongrel-coyote was so small that the
women could not pack anything on his back, and
he was the only dog in the camp left to run free on
this memorable trek through the Rockies. The
day when the dogs5 feet started to go bad the big
stag and wolf, whose name was Bull's Head, was
one of the worst of the lot. His feet were so
lacerated that they had frozen in parts, and he was
limping pitifully under his load.

We boys were walking behind the dogs, and I
had been watching Bull's Head all day. I was
thinking that if he had been a man he would have
been a great chief; for his dignity was unparalleled
in our big family of camp dogs. While the other
dogs would at times want to frolic under their
packs, looking around with flapping tongues on
, the slightest cough from the rear, old Bull's Head
never once turned his head nor made an unneces-

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